[He lets out a shuddering breath at that. She's doing that voice that pulls at something deep in him. He desperately wants to please. He wants to make that voice happy with him.]
[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]
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[He wants to be good.]
[He pushes open the door and his hand returns to her back as he pushes her inside. The room is nice and orderly, lit by several candles. Mood lightning never hurts, after all. (And okay, its also a trick for him to not singe his bed. He can avoid setting her on fire, not singeing his furniture is a whole other matter.)]
You're really good at that. [Tempting, drawing him in, seduction. One of those. All of them, probably.]
[He pushes her towards the bed, mouth moving to her neck, kissing and nipping lightly at the skin at first, his hands moving to her sides to push her to sit on the bed, quick to try and climb onto her lap.]